Velvet X Vox Novels & Stories

I snapped. Xves raised a brow beside me, amused by the exchange. Aleksander sighed dramatically on the other end. “Fine, fine. I’m at the Velvet Lounge. Come find me before I get bored.” The line clicked dead. I shoved my phone into my bag and leaned back, sighing. “He’s at belvet Lounge.” Xves’s eyes flicked toward me. “Of course he is.” “You know the place?” He nodded once. “Too loud. Too many idiots.”

the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress. "Hi, I am Craven Steven Vera, a Bervel and the lightning user," "And Xenon Vamir, Vlader and the fire user," Xenon introduced. "And we are..." “THE XEDIAN!” And that's when the students shouted because of admiration. They seem to have lost their minds. The people next to me also screamed, especially Shantelle. Adrian is also getting involved.

she shrieked, her voice laced with panic. Desire’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what had just happened. A dead cockroach lay on her lap, its legs twitching grotesquely. The sight was enough to send her spiraling into a wave of fear. She felt the world around her start to spin, her breath quickening as she fought against the rising tide of nausea. “Desire, it’s just a bug! Chill out!” Chase laughed, but his laughter only fueled her terror. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to keep herself from fainting.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Her body was kissed by the spring water and she smiled as the water danced beneath her hip, lightly tickling her. Then she remembered the life of the killer as she listened to a certain Mistress's voice. She was disgusted. *** Violet opened her eyes and it glowed a darker purple shade. “I am a god. I am Xenia and they will pay for what they did to me.” She stood up from the ground, then smirked.

He was hard, throbbing with it. “Up,” Vixen commanded and then looked each of them up and down. “Very good, pets,” she said tearing a packet open. Raven recognised the item as a c-kring a moment before she put it on Shadow. “Both my boys are a little excited,” she murmured as she ran her fingers up Raven and then slid the c-k ring over him. “This should help calm you down.”

“So we can growl it while we fill you. Stretch you. Knot you. Make you forget anyone ever hurt you.” Her lips trembled. Fresh tears welled. But her body arched—just a fraction—toward my voice, toward Lorenzo’s hands, toward Valentino’s heat. She swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper. “Vel… Veleria.” Lorenzo’s gold eyes flashed with dark delight. “Veleria,” he repeated, tasting it like wine. His fingers hooked under her dress hem, pushing it up inch by slow inch. “Beautiful name for our beautiful mate.”

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

She showed up at Velvet Temple the private, members only sex lounge in the heart of Virelin, where names were optional, masks were sacred, and submission was a language. It was how she tried to forget him. But he was already there. Standing under the moody red lighting, in a velvet blindfold and tailored black slacks, shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose the phoenix tattoo curling down his abdomen. The same body that had worshipped her between candle wax and shadows. He turned his head slightly as if he could smell her. “On your knees,” she whispered from behind the partitioned curtain. He obeyed. Just like that. She didn’t ask his name. Not this time.